“Just think,—what if they should ever succeed in shutting secret societies out of high school, altogether!” Louise suggested.
“They never can. We’re too powerful for them,” Blanche said, decidedly. “The only result would be that we’d have to work in the dark.”
“Well, in the meantime, yours truly is going home to study,” Jacquette put in, setting down her cup. “’Twas superfine chocolate, Blanche,” she added, as she stepped gingerly over the billows of tissue paper that covered the floor.
“Wait for me, Jack,” called Louise. “I’ve made sixty chrysanthemums; that’s ten more than my share, and I’m needed at home, myself. Mother isn’t well to-day.”
“Pretty sorority spirit you girls show!” Etta grumbled, as she began crimping yellow petals again. “You might stay and help the rest of us, even if you did get yours done first.”
No one echoed Etta, but there was a subdued manner about the farewells that seemed to give consent to her feeling, and, as the two girls walked down the street together, Jacquette said:
“Louise, sometimes it seems as if I couldn’t do enough for Sigma Pi to suit the girls. They call me a traitor every time I speak of having to study, or to do anything at home, and, truly, I’m so rushed that I can’t get time to mend my own stockings! There’s sorority business on hand from morning till night.”
“I know; all you can do is to hang on to your own judgment and not let the girls put too much on you. They count on the freshmen being flattered at the chance of doing most of the work, you know. There goes Quis around that corner, Jacquette. By the way, I was glad to see you were on speaking terms with him, this morning.”
“Yes; we had to make it up after a fashion. But, oh, how angry he is with Clarence Mullen!”
“I don’t wonder at that.”